Chapter 36
Tangible Asset
Sara
I wake to the most delicious feeling between my legs. My thighs are pressed out to the sides as Dante feasts on me. Stretching, I let out a little purr.
“Good morning.” I look down to meet his eyes.
He grins against me before thrusting two fingers into me.
I moan at the delicious ache. The nap I took on the couch definitely helped last night. While Dante took a shower, I slept until he climbed into bed with me. He toyed with my body like he was experimenting, figuring out what sounds he could pull from my throat.
When he finally slid inside me, I came around his cock so many times. He was like a machine varying speed and tempo, depth. My voice grew hoarse by the time he finally came inside me and stayed there, drawing me on top of his chest to sleep.
I woke to him fucking me at least two more times before seriously passing out. Coffee will be a requirement this morning, but it’s so worth it.
Threading my fingers into his hair, I arch as his tongue sends me skyrocketing into an orgasm. “Dante!”
He kisses his way up my trembling body before reaching my lips. As he kisses me, he thrusts his cock deep inside my pussy, making me come again.
“Morning, pip.” He kisses and sucks along my jaw and down my neck.
I arch against him as he thrusts into me over and over. My legs wrap around his waist, even as they shake from the power of my orgasm.
“Morning, boss.” I cling to him as he fucks in and out of me, pushing me even higher. I cry out another release. Tightening all around him as my insides explode. Ecstasy sizzles through my veins.
“That’s it, pip. Such a good fucking girl.” He thrusts in a few more times before he groans his release and collapses on top of me, holding most of his weight off me.
“You trying to kill me, boss?”
He chuckles and looks down into my eyes. “You’re fine.”
“I’m tired is what I am.” I draw in a shaky breath. “I also didn’t text Wyatt my tally from yesterday.”
Dante smirks and rubs his thumb against my cheekbone. “Then I’ll have to make sure you’re ready for his punishment.”
Before I can ask him what that means, he lifts me with his cock still buried inside me and takes me into the shower. He turns on the cold water and I surge against him.
He captures my mouth. Soon the water doesn’t matter as the heat inside me swells. He presses me against the tile and fucks me hard and fast, making me come almost as quickly with a couple swipes of his fingers.
When he comes, I hold on tight, drowning in the feel of his warmth spreading inside me.
“I think I’m going to have to call in sick today, boss.”
He rests his forehead against mine and searches my eyes. I can’t contain my smile.
“I’m really tired, and I don’t think my legs can even hold me upright.” My teasing makes him smile, and my heart beats a little harder.
“I’ll get you a coffee from that place you love on my way back from my workout.” His mouth descends on mine, and this kiss is soft and slow and everything I need right now.
When he pulls away, I reach up and touch his forehead like I’m checking for a fever.
“I think you’re coming down with the same thing. We should both stay in bed all day.” That sounds like heaven.
Dante chuckles and shakes his head. “Don’t tempt me, pip. I’m still trying to catch up on all of Tom’s and my work. I couldn’t play hooky even if I fucked you every hour on the hour. But if you’re really that tired—”
“I’ll make it, boss.” I cup his cheeks and kiss him softly. Fuck, don’t take this away or say I need sleep. I’ll sleep when they’re not able to do this anymore.
He pulls out but doesn’t lower me to the floor. Stepping under the warm water, he runs his hands all over my body and then takes soap and does it all over again. I hold on for dear life, ready for so much more.
Finally, he lowers me to my feet. I take the soap to make sure he’s clean. My hand lingers on his hard cock, and I slip my soapy hand between his legs back to his puckered hole, watching his face.
“Did it feel good when I did this last night?”
He holds my hips as I work his cock with my fist. I slide my finger into his heat again, feeling him clench against the intrusion and then relax around my finger.
“Yes, pip. It feels good.” He rests his forehead against mine as I work my finger in and out before curling it a little.
He moans as he comes over my fist and stomach.
I draw my hands away and soap both of us again.
“Fuck, Sara.” Dante claims my mouth again. If I could keep him here, I would. But he’s right, we have work to do.
I smile up at him. “Maybe instead of having me do grunt work all day. I could actually help you guys get caught up or look into the companies.”
Dante turns off the shower and grabs two towels. With one wrapped around his waist, he dries me off with the other one. He’s thinking and I don’t want to disrupt that.
“Yeah, let me set you up with Beth this morning and maybe you can find out more.” Dante wraps the towel around me and draws me in for another kiss before opening the shower door and pushing me through. “Go get dressed, pip.”
I give him a smile. “Afraid you’ll ravish me again?”
He grins and my heart beats a little harder at the look in his eyes. “You are utterly delectable. Now go.”
When my hand is on the doorknob, he clears his throat. I look over my shoulder to see if he’s changed his mind. Part of me really wants him to change his mind.
His face is carefully blank. “Drew thinks your brother and Beth fucked.”
“Oh.” I straighten and shrug. “That seems like a Tom thing to do.”
“That’s the thing, pip.” He steps out of the shower and draws his hair back, showing off all those beautifully sculpted muscles and making it very hard to think.
“Tom wouldn’t fuck around with an associate.
Not really. He’d flirt and maybe insinuate, but not in a way that could invite legal action. ”
I’m still thinking about Dante’s words as I do my hair for the day. I wouldn’t be surprised if Tom crossed that line. He hasn’t met a rule he didn’t want to break. But that one seems pretty major, since the rule is part of his company.
I already put on my bra and panties but I haven’t gotten around to picking out my dress for the day. My door opens and shuts, but I don’t hear anything else.
A little shiver rushes through me. Not that I could hear them speak above the blow dryer. I don’t think it would be Dante. He was heading out for his run. Finn wouldn’t waste time. He’d be in here already fucking me. That leaves one guy.
Swallowing, I don’t hurry through my morning prep, knowing I’m due a punishment. No need to get to that sooner than I have to. I didn’t send him the text. I could have sent it before we went into the bedroom, but I waited.
His list of punishments isn’t all fun. I especially don’t like the idea of being put into time-out like a toddler.
So I take my time and do my hair and makeup, knowing Wyatt is probably sitting on the bed, waiting for me, ready to punish me. When I step out of the bathroom, he stays seated exactly where I expected him.
His dark hair is perfectly styled. His pants and shirt are perfectly pressed and crisp. The top button is undone on his shirt and he has his shirtsleeves rolled up. He holds his hands clasped between his knees and his head hangs down like he has some heavy thoughts.
The part of me that still wants to submit to him wants to fall to my knees and bow before him, give him control of my body and soul. But that part of me has scars on her heart.
I’m also learning it’s not nearly as fun to give in to Wyatt as it is to be his brat.
I walk past him to my closet, close enough I can draw in his leather and oak scent that makes my knees weak. My closet lacks the amount of clothes I have back at the townhouse. I don’t even know what I have left there. More might be ruined than salvageable.
“I need to shop for a dress tonight or tomorrow.” Maybe Wyatt’s continued silence gets to me, but I also really do have to shop for the fundraiser. “I don’t have time to go through my dresses at home and have them dry cleaned.”
Wyatt clears his throat and I stiffen.
“I picked out a dress for you, trouble. For today, not tomorrow.” His rich, gravelly voice flows over my skin like a caress.
Turning, I lean my shoulders back against the wall to look at him. He hasn’t moved from the bed, but his head is lifted and those dark eyes hold me captivated. That urge to submit to him almost overtakes me again.
If I kneel before him, will he make me come? Will he still punish me or will that soothe his angry beast? Don’t I want that beast angry?
I arch an eyebrow. “Buying me dresses? And here I thought I was in trouble.”
He rises and the power radiating off him makes my panties damp. “Why would you be in trouble?”
Oh, are we going to play this game? I wet my lips and push off the wall to stride toward him. His gaze slips down my figure, taking in every inch of bared skin. I stop directly in front of him. A piece of paper might be able to slide between the two of us.
I love the way he’s so much taller than me. That I feel small and delicate before him, but know that I can bring him to his knees.
“I forgot to text last night.” I walk my fingers up the row of buttons on his shirt, watching them. “To be honest, I don’t think I can recall how many times I came yesterday or last night.”
He grunts and I lift my gaze to his dark, unreadable eyes. He catches my wrist in his tight fist. I melt at the press of his skin against mine. At the strength of his grip around me.
“It’s not just a test, trouble. It’s the rules. You break them. You get punished.” His jaw is steel and I almost put my hand against it to see how tight the muscles are.
I pout. “I was tired. And Dante fucked me a lot.”
His eyes flare with heat. He steps into me, bringing our bodies into contact. Fuck, he’s electric to my system. Sparks fly through me and my pulse quickens.
“Are you sore?”
I shake my head.
“Words, trouble.”